The Addict
The Addict
By Laura Dee Battle
8.16.17
I sit and wait; the coming day
I take a sip and think of things to say
Drink me up and fill my hollow glass
Feeling numb but my words are crass
Im dying slowly; cant you see?
My growing face is never free of me
I seem so frail and pale to you
I've seen the future through and true
I remember her everyday this way
Daggers and knives in open display
I'm breathing smoke and exhaling hell
Twisted and used; to live as someone else
With sunlight in the air; my bloodshot eyes die
Im running out of lies for the mountain sunrise
With time bleeding slowly by, I find myself again
The addict and the fool; where every honest word begins
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